Dave glanced back as Leah rested her head against his shoulder, her hands trailing down his bare chest, scraping his abs, slowly working their way to the waistline of his boxer briefs. His cock throbbed, pressed hard against the fabric, as his blindfolded wife waved her thick, full ass at him, moaning. His fingers traced along her soaking wet slit, trailing wetness.
It was a good thing she was moaning, because it meant she couldn’t hear the stranger in her bedroom. Leah reached down and grabbed Dave’s thick cock through his boxers, squeezing the shaft hard, as she whispered seductively in his ear.
“Slap her again.”
Dave obliged her, bringing his hand away from his wife’s cunt and slapping it down hard again on her ass. It made her yelp; he wasn’t usually this aggressive with her, and she wasn’t used to it. But she was too turned on at his newfound aggressiveness to complain. The wetness from Dave’s hand left a streak across her ass as he started to rub her clit again from behind. His red handprint was starting to show on her pale skin.